It all came down to one random day in life, when my brother took me to get something to eat. As I was enjoying my tasty hamburger and fries, I decided to wash it down with a soft drink. As I was sipping from the straw, my brother said it looked "gay". Worse yet, that straws in general were "gay". I was crushed! I've been scarred for life. Each step I take a tiring ordeal, crossing vast psychological distances. Sooner or later, I'm going to get tired of putting one foot in front of the other. I live with too much shame.
So now you understand.